Following the call, the sergeant went down to his office and pulled her file and looked at her finger, her name and where she was from. He shook his head in disbelief, it was Elsa, a black girl from Alabama'no "he said," ... it might not be, "but he looked back:" But Jackson, "he murmured. It was already seven years ago, since he was the last time seen.
When he left in his office, he found her standing in the hallway outside his door way.
He said[with a quiet shyness now]: “Can I help you Specialist Jackson?”
Said she [uncomfortable]: “Do I know you?” Something had trigged something in her, he figured; and for the most part, the Sergeant was looking beyond looking.
“Listen Specialist, I’m sorry for staring, I shouldn’t have, and let’s leave it at that.”
Said she [pointedly]: “I get that all the time you know,” he smiled saying, “I suppose so.” He had learned to go with the flow, to let go of things, it would not rule or ruin the whole day or a week.
"Now, Specialist Jackson, I think you'll like the 545th, it is not what it was like to be about four years ago. There will soon be a new year l977 are looking for things."
Said Jackson [anxiously]: "No, I know, I know you, and you know me." But do not let just say to the sergeant. She had changed, and so he had. He was not naive, not about the "racial fact of life, it was not a one way street, aone way in which he lead to the assumption, possibly even led to believe, and the 545th had taught him, the other side, like Alabama had taught him to one side as well. All in all, he was, and now she or he felt it was a little naive on the balance of the race. He has no sympathy for either one. What he learned was, if the states of Alabama and the 545th had taught him nothing, absolutely nothing, it was that today's sins were largely due to emotions, especially when it came to the race, it wasSimply, all were on the lookout for a loop-hole, as in the form of taxes so that they do not go to bed feeling guilty for their sins of mankind, but only employ those who think emotions fit, after the fact, or before the crime, and sin was not, it broke up. You can not lose: in Alabama and the 545th There was no such thing as "Biblical Sins," per se, and he would soon be home to donate no cause for alarm.
"I must go specialist if you need anythingmy staff in the morning. "And the young sergeant went upstairs. The specialist just looked and looked and saw something thrown at her, his behavior, his boyishness, if not the brittle nature of the scene, it reminded her of the boys who bones brought to her bones, one day her uncle, he never saw again how the sergeant.
End of Book Two
Final Chapter
Assignment Italy
[Last Assignment-1980]
[StaffSergeant Chris Wright] I was on assignment for a short period of time in Italy, l980; at another nuclear site. I was going home on emergency leave when I found myself [staff sergeant, now] lingering around a small airbase somewhat close by my home base in Vicenza, Italy, and not all that far from Venice either: in which I had visited and found most pleasing, indeed most enjoyable, save for the fact it was ominously dirty looking.
In any case, I was kind of walking in circles at the dusty little airport, and something to keep me. I had arrived early just over three hours. If you become something that I know, I, I believe, a royal nuisance for the workers in the small workstation, if not a stumbling block for the counter person specifically in the small waiting area. That is, a hiking and off, trying to change into and out of the station, a cola, cigarettes, etc. can buy, I was just a total nuisance, I would expect, but I was bored, and ithad been a part of my nature and not to employ bored, and my subconscious that you do this, I think, that is, I did not think really know I did.
When I had into the terminal, from the dusty and swirling winds off the last time to ask what would come in time for my flight, and went out again the person against my orders, reading a proposal:
"Staff Sergeant", he said matter-of-fact, tone, "why not just get to this level?" Pointed to thewas a creature that grew outside the door, I looked out the window to my left - I looked and there was a stream of soldiers walking on the plank to the door.
"Hmm ... mm," I said: "It's at Frankfurt am Main, not at my target right?" [Looking up at the destination and departure board, just above his head, what I felt was a rhetorical question at best.]
"But you're on vacation, what does it matter to you, Sergeant, I can fix it up so that the first flight out Frankfurt,and if you took that a reason in 2 ½ hours ... well, you'd just go in circles more around here, and it is still waiting in Hamburg. "
I hesitated, knowing the army to make sense of it, although I loved it [love: the army that] it was notorious for brass things in periods, which means it might be better to let "well enough alone .
"Well, then here," said the voice behind the counter, "it is a yes or no? [For an encoreHesitation] ... We have plenty of space, but I know it now. "
With a deep breath, and my normal fear, I said, 'Yes,' and he has the tickets to me like a flash, and I jumped on the plane. While on the plane, I wrote a poem titled "The Roar" and when we landed I put it in his pocket for safekeeping.
Frankfurt --
As they called my flight bound in Frankfurt to New Jersey, where I would catch another flight back to St. Paul, Minn., a fewHours later, I found myself in line with forty-plus other GI's, and many women and children of soldiers on their way back to the States for various reasons. If I learned anything during my Army career, my many years in the military I had learned, we were Everyplace or so it seemed all over the world, and pointed at the airports.
Said a soldier in front of me as we slow pace towards ticket inspector to get through the gate and onto the plane for theStates
"Say sergeant, a sergeant said to me:" You hear about the plane crash [a pause, the sergeant looked stunned] Yes, yes, those who went down, oh, it shows you do not know it was the direction of Hamburg This morning, lost it? "
I said, was with a numb face, actually my face was so stunned, in shock for a moment it stunned: "What!" [Pause.] Hamburg, went down, whattt went? "
He said [the forehead a little surprised by the view] of my face: "ThePlane, all 230 GI's died, they rushed it a man, it was from a place in Italy. "I looked at the floor, the other soldier was still in me," You all right Sergeant? "He asked.
"No, not really, that my flight was, I took an earlier, and, and, and nothing, and here I am, I think."
"Really?" He noticed, while in a deep breath. "You're mighty lucky, I mean, I mean really lucky ..." He finished with his comments and turned frontward again by the handTicket inspector for his ticket.
I clicked on the plane do not know what they say or do, just walk in a daze, I needed to talk to, but I did not know it or not. Trying to find the focus on my seat number was even an attempt to now. In fact, I had just said the sergeant, who was sitting behind me, so in the back of the plane on the opposite side. I sank into my seat, I just shook his head and thanked the Lord for another day. Not really a religion, but I knew the man calledJesus Christ, learned of his return home from St. Louis School, which was a very reaffirm my buddy Mike, the same one we were both out. I thought I owe someone a thank you, it could just as easily to him, or some kind of good angel, but again I was not a firm belief in something specific at this time not quite, but it was difficult to avoid the reality of the what just happened and put it thought at random, or to a certain chance.
The Roar
Light broke the dullClouds
Yielding of the Silver Swan, as she swam
[With a borrowed hand] on his forehead.
And for his opponents, the seagull --
Not to hear more
Over the roar of his bird.
Then, when attacked on the evening of alienation!
Atmospheric glaciers drained
Alienated amazed!
Thus, there was passive dependent thoughts
When the sailing action!
Now with cue, knew a
The reason why God raised his hand
The real soul of man.
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